I hate the name Futch. I have known Futches throughout my life, and they have been without exception white trash, and thoroughly worthless.
Now, I don't intend this to be a screed, and please don't burn any Futch houses down, because this is only a peculiar quirk of mine.
I also distaste the formal name Jeffcoat. What, no Billcoats were handy? Fuck you!
I also take secret disgusting displeasure in loathing the name Funderburke. I've never actually had a conversation with a Funderburke, but let me tell you: I already hate you. For no good reason.
Thorough hate for no good reason. I don't get it, but I cannot change my stripes. Some things just set me off.